The Pale Exile

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The Pale Exile

The morning the river froze, Elias Vane stood at the edge of the black ice and watched his own breath hang in the air like a ghost that refused to dissipate. He had been waiting for the sun, but the sky was a low, bruised ceiling of grey wool, pressing down on the village of Oakhaven with a weight that felt personal. He wore a coat that had seen three winters and would likely see four more, the...

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